James was surprised to say the least as he stood in his locked room, on the verge of hyperventilating from the shock of what had just happened.
Moments ago, he was being scolded by his step sister Tracy for throwing his clothes in with hers, causing most of her white clothes to be a bright pink. As she poked him in the chest with her finger in her typical rudeness, James thought "I wish I could make her shut up..." and felt an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. Feeling the sensation of being caught in a riptide, James felt his soul compress as his senses vanished, only for them to return as he stood in the hallway, feeling taller than usual, long hair on his shoulders. Looking down at his hands, with painted nails at the end of very long and effeminate fingers, James instantly realized that something wasn't right.
Stumbling into his room, not used to wearing heels, James caught a glimpse of Tracy's reflection in the mirror that sat on his dresser. Wasting no time in locking the door behind him, James limped over for a closer look, catching himself on the top of the dresser as he nearly fell over. Sure enough, his step sister Tracy was looking back, mirroring every action he did as he touched his face, pinching it in a vain attempt to wake up from this nightmare. Muttering "Please wake up!! Please!! Please!!!" in Tracy's voice between his gasps and whimpers, James felt a strange feeling once more, but this time spread throughout his body instead of just the stomach.
Without warning, Tracy's back arched as her body leaned on James' dresser as her mouth's whimpers and gasps turned into exhales and wheezes, her eyes rolling back into her head. With a "UGH!", James shot out of her arched back and managed to fall onto his bed head first. Seeing his step sister slowly slide from her leaning position to the floor as she groaned, James ran over, despite her bitchiness, he was genuinely concerned for Tracy's well-being. She seemed to be breathing, groaning and moaning as she gripped her head, although she was unconscious. At James' prodding, Tracy began to wake up after a few minutes, holding her head and stumbling up and out of James' room, struggling with the lock and muttering "My head is killing me, goddamn...", seemingly not aware of recent events.
Despite the shock of what had occurred, James felt an urge to replicate the event, the urge rising up from his core and spreading throughout his body. With a gulp, James decided to try out his powers on...
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